Cuckold in the French Alps

I had a girlfriend about ten years ago, Louise was her name. We were living together but both travelled a lot for work and so we agreed to allow each other have one night stands while away.

Louise got off hearing about my conquests and would masturbate while I related stories of picking up other sales reps in hotel bars and fucking them.

But she didn't have any action herself until she took a ski holiday in France for a week.

On the Wednesday night she called me, quite late, from her hotel in Val d'Isere.

"Remember all those girls you fucked over the last few months?" she said "Well it's my turn now!"

I laughed. "So you are going out tonight to find a guy?"

"No" she said. "I already found him, my instructor from skiing today."

"So when do you meet him?" I said.

"He's here already" she said. "He has been fucking me for two hours and he is seriously hot. I decided to call you so you could hear our next round."

Then she handed the phone to this French guy and in heavily accented English he said "Your girl is the filthiest salope I have fucked all summer. Right now she is licking my arse while I speak to you. When she is done I will fuck her arse doggy style and you can listen. Oh, an yes, one ore thing, she says my cock is stronger than yours."

He proceeded to give her back the phone and take her up the arse doggy style while I heard him thrsting into her and she panted to me how good it felt, until she begged him to cum in her filthy mouth, and he did.

By then I had come like the charge of the light brigade.

The next day I booked a flight to Val d'Isere and a separate room at the Hotel Christiania where Louise was staying. When I got there that evening about 9pm I told the receptionist I was surprising my wife for her birthday and asked which room she was in. Lucky for me the one next door was empty and i took it. When I went to my room, I listened at the wall and realised Louise was fucking her Frenchman again already. I felt excitement and jealousy and some nerves, a heady mixture. I called room service and asked them to send a bootle of champagne, some cviar, and three glasses to Louise's room.

They were still fucking when the champagne arrived. I laughed as the waiter insisted they sign for the drinks while they said they had not ordered them. Then I called her room using my cell phone and asked her if she was fucking the ski instructor again tonight. "Yes", she said."I was just about to call you for the next part."

"I thought you would have him again you horny slut, so I ordered room service. I hoe it arrived - champagne and caviare?"

She laughed, "You bastard, he was giving me a fantastic licking out when the waiter arrived. I was just about to orgasm too, but I had to stop him and answer the door..... still, he is back licking caviare off my cunt right now."

"I'd love to see that" I said.

"Wish you were here" she said, moaning.

"Ah but I am here, right next store. Ask your ski instructor to let me in."

I was standing outside their room by now. The door opened and a rather handsowm though sheepinsh Frenchman ushered me in.

"Don't let me interrupt" I said, pouring myself a glass of champagne... "Continue where you left off."

As I watched, he went back down between Louise's legs, and delicately spooned cviar into her pussy cleft, then expertly ate it from her cunt, licking and working her clit as he went.

I watched for a while and then as he administered move caviare into the wet crevice of her outer lips, I said, "Please, fuck her now. Fuck her until you cum inside her."

I looked on in admiration as he worked his stout member expertly, thrusting in and out of her cunt, burying the beads of caviare deeper inside her, some of them coming our and sticking to his glistening shaft as he rode her. He moved inside her in long deep thrusts, faster and faster so as to bring on the climax, and as she moaned and writhed under his weight, he let out a loudg sigh and with one last thrust buried his cock deep within her as it pumped out his gushing seed. He was breathing hard and sweating, Louise's legs wrapped round his lower back as he convulsed inside her, bringing her to a shuddering orgasm even as he unloaded his hot semen inside her.

After a minute or so kissing her, Louise relaxed her legs and he withdrew, lying on his back beside her on the bed exhausted.

I regarded the swollen, reddened, macerated meat of her cunt lips, thorougly engorged from the joust, the lips pouting and parted, a gooey rivulet of opalescent semen trickling down from her cunthole and towards her ass.

"My turn for caviare" I said, as I went down between her legs to hoover up the delicious feast of cum and caviare, a fishy delight, warm and sticky and uniquely tasty.

Licking my lips, I turned to the ski instructor as said "Je m'appel James"

"Andre" he said, "Je m'appel Andre."